Isla
Allowing herself a crooked smile of her own, Isla presses her finger to her lips. "Shh, or she might hear you're planning revenge as well. We don't want to ruin it," she says with a warm laugh. Letting thoughts of Flora and her craft at eavesdropping melt away in lieu of imagining Halo, Isla lets her fingers gently trace the patterns along her teacup and sighs contently.
"I suppose with it being so cold, it makes sense for everyone to be close-knit," she agrees, her head filled with snow-capped rooftops and glowing fires behind frosty windows. As for the Academy, Isla raises curious brows. "Oh, well," she says, "as an Ancient I can play with fire. I'm not a master of the craft yet, but I think I'm getting there."
But that doesn't really make her an Abandoned in that sense - at least she doesn't think so. "Maybe I can get a pair of magical mittens to come and visit," she suggests instead, flashing Hotaru a fanged grin.
A moment later, blue eyes focus on the other woman's cupid's bow lips to try and read them, Isla eventually chuckling and raising a hand to wiggle it in a so-so gesture. "When I was a field medic there were a few signals we would use," she says. "There's not really much room for chit-chat in a war. Maybe we could try that with the lip-reading?"
"I suppose with it being so cold, it makes sense for everyone to be close-knit," she agrees, her head filled with snow-capped rooftops and glowing fires behind frosty windows. As for the Academy, Isla raises curious brows. "Oh, well," she says, "as an Ancient I can play with fire. I'm not a master of the craft yet, but I think I'm getting there."
But that doesn't really make her an Abandoned in that sense - at least she doesn't think so. "Maybe I can get a pair of magical mittens to come and visit," she suggests instead, flashing Hotaru a fanged grin.
A moment later, blue eyes focus on the other woman's cupid's bow lips to try and read them, Isla eventually chuckling and raising a hand to wiggle it in a so-so gesture. "When I was a field medic there were a few signals we would use," she says. "There's not really much room for chit-chat in a war. Maybe we could try that with the lip-reading?"
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
